Doodling

It is 8:00 am, Tuesday morning
When marked quizzes return and assignments turn due
The chilly January winter lazying the mind, body and soul
Sitting in a heated room, packed up in warm toasty uppers
The Professor's voice seeping in like a sweet lullaby
Eyelids getting heavy, sweet sleep calling
Then Doodling seems to be
The only resort to refuse the enchanting call of sleep